Letras:
The Mission In Motion

Come on now, can you keep up with me You'll need more than a look or a catchy melody We take this to the night I'll keep running and running till you

Like February Then I come back March And, Hit you with 8 Showers, them Shots Kill Niggas Like? Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There Then Miss

go Ashanti [Game:] Where she at ill fuck her Juice I thought ya liked rihanna [Game:] I came for the drama [Juice:] What about missy? [Game:] N*gga you can miss

damn thaaaang! (Then do the damn thing!) [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] I'm a bad motherfucker bringin' hoes to their knees Fresh Kid Ice, long dick Chinese Always on a mission

I'm a writer Oh yes I write up Now open wide and let me put the night inside ya This is music usually confused with major motion picture No one is stricter

a reality Girl I'll have your body singin oooh la la Once I turn it over and hit it real hard Boo my only mission is to make you see stars Put me up to

fix the motta, Half hour in-between the stations, Start jogging when I hit the pavement, Ran straight into a situation, Cops say stop cause I aint Caucasian, Whole hour on explanation, Missed

on the street, holed up in a cave of concrete. And I ought to be on my way right now. Packing my things while the telephone rings, on my way right now. I miss

t expect you to overcome them for that's my job description. In a world of players and private eyes unless you realize this there's a whole lot you could miss